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*I haven't written in awhile, so here's my attempt at trying to get something out.*

There were some thing left there
along the grassy roadside
Waves of wind and raindslides
We held hands there and ran
Doors opened and splintered
the night was just a dream

We've all got something to hide these days. The leaves scatter across the streets making scraping noises. The sun creeps lower across the sky. We live for this cold.

It's funny how that when you finally have time to sit down and write nothing comes to mind. I've got a blank slate for a brain. There aren't any lights on or cats meowing or people yelling from down the hall. There's just this quiet. A quiet full of computer fans and mice clicking with a dash of someone on the phone fading into the background.

The same things over and over again -welcome to the departure. This is all leaving and beginning now. Flight's on at noon with you stuffed in the overhead. Get out of the way; we have to leave now. The shaking and rattling is normal dear. Just keep your lunch in your stomach and out of the duffle bag. Gone, gone, gone. Take off or launch just get the fuck out of here. There's no where better to be but it's perfect when it's not here. There must be storms ahead in this darkness, but the path is away, and that's all anyone should care.

There's nothing to see here! I can't even think of anything else to write. Everytime I think of anything worthwhile to write anymore, I'm nowhere near a computer. I'm standing in the middle of a grocery store trying to find tofu or driving and not paying attention to the road. I need a book to write in all of the time. I need to finish my book. Need, want, need, want -*drinks a glass of water* I really wish the world swung in a more oblong orbit so that the days were longer, and I felt like I had time to live some.

It rains on the weekends, and you ask if I care. I sit there studying the sound of water. Soft and solid with the wind. I don't mind. I'll sit here by the window and watch the drops hit the roof and drain. You can't take this sound away from me. I'm drowning; stop saving me.